𝘖𝘯𝘦 𝘕𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵

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The last forty-eight hours spent in Felix's house were incredible.

I never imagined myself losing my virginity during high school—let alone, by my best friend.

Would he even be considered my best friend anymore? The last two days with Felix consisted of us making out and...

Yeah, I don't think we're friends anymore.

Could that mean we're...

I can't help the smile that's creeping on my face as I walk to my porch, and inside my house. Just imagining that we are more than friends, makes me all giddy inside.

I bite my lip thinking of all the possible dates we could have, the amount of kissing, the amount of se...

"Where have you been? You've been gone for two entire days!"

I snap my head toward the dining table, where my mother and father are currently sitting, shooting me unforgivable glares.

"I was at Felix's place..."

"Francine, you know you can't stay out past your curfew," my mother says.

"I know, I—"

"You are not eating for two entire days, Francine."

"But, Mom!"

"No, 'buts' Francine! You are not eating, and that's final!" She retorts in a screeching octave. "It's what you get for not obeying the rules of this house." She slams her palms against the wooden table, carrying herself around it toward the kitchen. I follow behind her.

"Seriously mom? That's not fair. I never get to spend time with—" She stops before me, holding her index finger up to my face.

"In your room now, young woman."

"But—"

"Now!"

I groan, turning on my heel and stomping up the staircase, my mom following closely behind. Once I reach my bedroom door she opens it for me and closes it. How considerate.

A few seconds later, the trembling of keys can be heard, and my knob is soon secured. I am stuck in here for two days now. I will be missing school tomorrow. I wouldn't get to see Felix.

I toss myself on my bed, furrowing my brows as a lump in my throat begins restricting my swallowing.

This isn't fair. Why are my parents like this? How come Felix's parents don't deprive him of eating the course of meals throughout the day for missing curfew? How come they didn't lock him in his bedroom for two entire days? How come they are so... nice?

I hate her.

I hate her. I hate her. I hate her.

Tears roll down my face and land on the outer shell of my ear as I stare up at the clouded ceiling.

I'm so full of rage. There is never a single time I have the slightest empathy for my mother. She's the worst. I wish I was never born into this family. I wish I was never born at all.